My Focus on Dalian

Just me on Tianjin Jie near midnight. The locals don't stay out too late during the cold months...or the warm months.

Just me on Tianjin Jie near midnight. The locals don’t stay out too late during the cold months…or the warm months.

During our 18 month stay in Dalian we were lucky to have met a fantastic group of friends on just our second weekend in town. We were in a super smoky loud bar that one of Blondie’s coworkers took us to called Acapella (this was before the local police nixed the ex-pat music scene, the bastards). The bands playing consisted of  Chinese kids, teachers, IT people, and a number of others who, like us, ended up in that far-flung corner of China, and for the most part, the people and the music were great. It was comforting for us to see so early on that there was a community of like-minded folks, both Chinese and other, that we could hang out with on the weekends. Continue reading

An Update from Afield

Buddha Says Chill

Buddha Says Chill

Greetings to those of you that check in on this site occasionally. Since my last post way back in April the offices of Afield, as well as my home, have moved from smoggy northeastern China to the brand new Seaport District in Boston, USA. Now that I finally have all of the boxes unpacked and the furniture arranged just so, I will have some time to purge the travel stories and photos I have stored in my brain and on my hard drive. Continue reading

An Afternoon Above Hong Kong

I shared this video on my Facebook page awhile back, but now that I can post videos on this website I figured it couldn’t hurt to bring back a one of my favorite time lapses. This was shot from the 32nd floor of the Regal Hotel near Causeway Bay/Victoria Park, Hong Kong. I was in the city for two weeks and it rained nearly every day but it was still one of the best times ever. Enjoy.

 

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Crossroads

It seems that things change around here as fast as they do in the video above. In my last post I mentioned that I wanted to show you more of Dalian, and I will, but rather than spending the next six months exploring the side streets of this city we will instead be moving to Boston, USA at the end of May – which also has a lot of interesting side streets so we all win on this one. In the small amount of time we have left over here we will also be taking trips to the US, Tokyo, Cambodia, and one final trip to Hong Kong so check back often and I will do my best to post the good stuff.

 

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Bengaluru: A Beautiful Mess

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Bengaluru, formerly known as Bangalore, is indeed a beautiful mess. Our visit last November was my first introduction to India and I must say that it wasn’t a good first impression. Blondie was there to attend a conference so, naturally, I tagged along, but I wasn’t ready for the full-frontal assault on my senses. The first thing I noticed was the traffic – millions of cars, auto-rickshaws, scooters, trucks, and buses going somewhere fast – all the while laying on their horns using them as part warning and part bat-like sonar. The second thing I noticed was that there were people everywhere. Bengaluru has a population of nearly nine million people and apparently none of them like to stay at home. Thirdly, and I say this not as an insult but more of as an observation, the city has a dire waste management issue as well as a number of other infrastructure problems, but I won’t get into all of them here. There are piles of trash of varying sizes and consistencies all over the city. Someone told me that occasionally the trash piles spontaneously combust, which must be a solid gold drag for the people who live near them. Lastly, one is never truly ready for their first encounter with a gigantic cow ambling down a crowded city sidewalk or the amount of stray street dogs giving you the stink eye – every time I encountered dogs I either felt bad, like I was sitting through one of those Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty commercials, or I felt like they were sizing me up as a possible meal. Continue reading